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Had she been wrong to assume he’d enjoyed lovers previously? What if they had both been mistaken about the other and he was the virgin?

Except, she couldn’t accept that possibility. His kisses were simply too…delicious.

“One moment.” He then sat on the bed, bent and removed his boots, which were followed by his cravat, suitcoat, then waistcoat and when he stood once again, Damian appeared very much like the man she had first met, except his shirt was not open as it had been that day.

Georgie reached forward and started to undo the small Dorset buttons, until they had all been freed and she could enjoy his chest once again.

He pulled the linen shirt from his trousers and then over his head, revealing his hard, muscular chest and abdomen. Georgie’s mouth went dry. She’d never seen such a physique or imagined that a man could be trim and muscular at the same time. She reached forward and slipped her hands through the soft, light auburn hairs on his chest, something else she’d not seen before.

Damian grasped her wrists, as if he did not want her to touch him then pulled her closer so that her breasts were pressed against his naked chest and then he was kissing her again. Georgie wrapped her arms about him and returned the kiss with the same passion as he pulled her skirts up, higher and higher until she felt the cool air on the back of her thighs, then higher until her buttocks were exposed and his hands caressed over the globes, causing the core of her womanhood to ache with a need to be touched. He then stood back and pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her only in her shift.

“This will need to go too,” he murmured.

“What of my boots?”

Damian grinned then grasped her hips and maneuvered her to the bed and had her sit before he was down on his knees before her. He removed one boot and then the other, tossing them both aside before his palms caressed up her calves, then to her knees, parting them further, then up her thighs, and under her shift.

She grasped his shoulders and nearly held her breath waiting for him to touch her and then he did, a swipe of his finger against the most sensitive part of her body and once again, Georgie’s head fell back as she moaned.

That was exactly what she needed. If she were alone, she would bring herself to completion. Instead, she would enjoy the caresses of Damian, then the pleasure of him in her body and hope she gained her release before he reached his.

Damian straightened and pushed the shift higher, exposing herself to him and then he pulled it from beneath her and up her body, stopping once her breasts were exposed. That was when he leaned forward and took one into his mouth and caressed his tongue around the nipple.

Georgie was certain that she was going to expire right there.

With one hand, he pulled the shift from her body and she assisted. While his mouth pleasured her breast, his fingers teased below. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders because the waves of pleasure were nearly too much and then, before she could prepare, the release was upon her as Georgie arched her back and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as wave after wave of release washed over her more powerful than she had ever experienced or thought possible. Just when she was finally drifting back, Damian grasped her hips and lifted. She glanced up and into his blue eyes.

His trousers were lowered and his member, hard, thick, and long would soon be in her. Georgie’s womanhood ached anew.

“Are you certain?” he asked.

“Yes.”

And with that one word, he pressed forward, filling her. Standing before her while her back was on the bed, Damian filled her over and over. Her body quickened again and just as the tightened coil released within and she bit back her cries of pleasure, Damian withdrew and spilled his seed onto her stomach before he fell onto the bed beside her.

It was only after her heart and pulse had calmed almost back to normal that she blew out a sigh. “Goodness!”

“Exactly!” he returned.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Damian woke in the same manner as he had the day before. Except this time, he was naked, as was Georgie, and he was not at all concerned that she would be embarrassed to come alert with a leg across his thigh, her hand on his belly and head on his chest.

It truly was the best way to start the day.

Well, not the best.

Carefully he slid from beneath her and rolled Georgie onto her back. He then leveled himself at his side, arm bent and elbow against the mattress for support so that he could study and admire her.

Never had he experienced a lover who was so responsive, or ready for him the first time he touched her. He’d nearly spilled his seed right then. Of course, he’d been aching with need for nearly three days and was about ready to explode before he had her unclothed.

Georgie would likely find her sister as soon as they arrived in Greenock so their time together was limited to today and hopefully tomorrow. Then, it would be only a matter of days before she set sail for Italy and he would never see her again.

The very idea caused an ache deep in his chest that Damian had never experienced before, and one he was afraid to examine too closely.

Last night had been frenzied, passionate and all consuming, but he had not taken the time he would like, but he would this morning.

Damian slipped a hand around her waist, leaned in, and kissed her bare shoulder, then up to her neck and along the jaw, as he inched closer to her.